Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1887-11-09
LIVING ON NOTHING A DAY.

.LlvlhG UN MUlHlNG A DAI.
The stranger from Chicago had just
parted from his last five cents-nO,
not to relieve g. beggar in the street,
as heroes of romance sometimes do,
but for rank ham sandwich, which
had Teen to him as modern mamma in
the great wilderness of New York.
Just from Chicago, he had, on the
train been robbed of his satchel and
purse, and was now penniless in q
strange city, knowing absolutely no
one. A member of his family, who
had intended travelling with him,
would not arrive until the following
evening. He had no jewelry, but he
was well dressed, we'll read, and stu
dent of human nature.
He sauntered under the electric
lights that gemmed Madison Square,
and so to Union Square. The park
looked calm and beautiful.
The Lochinvar from Chicago select
ed an empty bench and sat down. A
couple paused opposite him, irreso-
lutte.
''Let's sit down q moment Jack.
I'm tired. Why didn't We ride ?''
Cant afford it"
"Humph If we hadn' walked you
wouldn't have lent that man that
quarter" The lady was petite, styI-
lsh In appearance. Her companion
gloomy, and wore a cneck suit and a
tall white hat. Theatrical people
who had been to see q new play, un-
doub 5edly.
slack, what do you think of the
play ?''
''No good"
ooh, and such cast !''
"Worst [ ever saw -
"That climax of the second act was
pretty good"
"stolen bodily from different
sources !"
eve ought to have played those two
leading parts, Jack"
''Oh, they'll have to send for US yet.
If they don't, I'll give the play just
two weeks" He rummaged in his
pockets and pulled out some memo
randum books, from one of which g.
bit of paper futtered, unnoticed, to
the ground, "By Jove, Jennie, I've
forgotten my key. Well have ride,
after ALL" And, Mailing one or the
bad bargains of Jacob Sharp, they
whirled away.
The piece Of paper attracted the
Chicago wanderers attention. He
picked it up and read: "--Opera
House, account of Mr. --. Admit
two. Matinee Saturday, June -"
"Perhaps they may return for it," he
thought, and slipped it in his pocket.
''This is really SYLVAN" murmured
his impecuniosity, as he inserted his
) legs beneath the bars of the bench,
and reclined at full length. A man
might spend a summer night to worse
advantage than under the cool shad-
,ows OF the trees.
But he was mistaken.
Gradually he nodded, and at length
he slept and ACKNOWLEDGMENT that
he was prisoner in the court OF the
Turkish sultan, who was just ordering
him to be bastinadoed for daring to
introduce base ball into the royal
harem. Heavens He was seized
by four eunuchs, and thrown upon
his back, while his bare feet were held
soles upward. Whack, whack, whack
Whack, whack, whack "Gwan out
. o this" The accent was more sug-
gestive of Cork than Constantinople.
Heavens he was wide awake, and
q gray-coated park policeman was
banging away at the soles of his feet,
endeavoring to telescope him with a
club. "What do you mean, you
scoundrel, by assaulting one in that
way ?"
The cooper" swung his club in the
maddeningly suggestive manner Of his
kind, as he replied, but In a tone less
harsh: at was bit dark, sir, an [
didn't recognize We for a gintleman."
mo, and nobody would ever recog-
nize you for one"
"Aisy, now, aisy, or I'll run you
in"
A night in the station house That
would indeed solve the difficulty re-
garding free lodgings, but not salts
factorily.
cpl report you in the morning."
"Now, don't ye give no back talk.
You've got no influence. You're no
New Yorker"
Chow do you know that ?"
"D'ye think New Yorker'd dare call
g. policeman q scoundrel /? Go on,
now before hurt ye." A push facil-
itated the Chicago mans departure.
He felt terrible sense of humiliation
as he walked slowly with aching feet.
d own Fourth Avenue, to it's outlet
the Bowery. Music, bar-rooms, noisy